Mrs Chitterchatter and Mr Balanced have been married for close to two decades. That’s something surprising, according to Mr Balanced! According to Mrs Chitterchatter, they are married for sure and happy sometimes, well most of the times. And then she has a doubt! ‘I have entire life to figure that out’, she assures herself and goes on about everyday life.
Lets tip toe into their life and then leave it to you to decide…
Winter is the only pleasant season at the metro city by the coast, where they dwell. Mrs Chitterchatter feels cold when the mercury touches 25 Celsius notch. Mr Balanced sweats at this temperature. One such night, the fight erupts between two. (No breaking news here! Its a perennial drama!) The bone of contention is the ceiling fan.
“Lets have a 50-50 deal”, she suggests.
“I allow you to turn the fan on and…?”
“Let me rephrase. You turn on the fan. I’ll decide its speed”
He turns the fan on. She gets up and sets the speed to “0” and has a last laugh!
Mrs Chitterchatter is fitness enthusiast and Mr Balanced…do I need to tell you? You got it, right!
Its morning. Somehow, she had managed to motivate him to accompany her for a morning walk. Once they hit the road, in few minutes, he is seen marching like a soldier and had picked up a pace. Mrs Chitterchatter tries her best to match her pace with him. Soon she runs out of breath. She starts falling behind.
He keeps marching as if he has to reinforce the battalion at the LoC! After a while, she stops by the roadside to catch a breath. With her hands on her waist, she calls him out. But it is lost in the air.
Few minutes go by.
Mr Balanced halts with a jerk. Realizes that better half is missing. Checks on left and right. No sign! He then turns around as if obeying to command, “Parade, Piche mood”*.
“There you are”, he says pointing to her.
“Why have you stopped in between?”, he questions
“Thought you will clear the enemy at the LoC and then signal me to join you”, she replies with scornful voice.
He is searching for something in his wardrobe. He has pulled more than half of the things on the floor. Abandoning the search operation after a while, he calls her out.
“Where is my tie pin?”
“At its place”, comes the reply from the kitchen.
“Which place? Do I have a specific place for it?”, he wonders aloud.
“Where in my wardrobe, dear ‘shipshape’?”
By now, she enters the bedroom. Aghast at the mess, she tip-toes her way to wardrobe, pulls a drawer and takes out a marble box. Places it in his hands.
He is all smiles. The walls put the ear plug on, for there is going to be a battle of words.
“I can’t find anything if it is orderly. Its so easy to locate the stuff when its messy. There is an order in my chaos ” he states, all the while dumping his stuff back into the wardrobe.
So what’s your opinion? Déjà vu???…
*Piche mood: Turn around
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